If I could pick up the pieces, Of the yellow crumbs that fell beneath us And taste their scented charms I'd build bridge for you back to my arms
A drum beats strong a winter drum beats Like the slow steps of the prodigal son’s feet Let there be no doubt You can come back the same way you went out
Tears that fall on your cheeks Freeze and Don’t Leave and….
The bellow of a cello bound you Somewhere a soft sweet violin found you Let me be your bow String me up and tune me up Compose
An apple bruised loses its sweetness The tree it falls from shows no weakness The root of you‘s been harmed Follow the yellow crumbs back to my armsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
